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215. Chapter 215 We met again 10

"Let them live in." Ning Qingqing ordered lightly, then turned and left.

Senior Brother Jin looked at Ning Qingqing's disappearing figure, then looked at Murong Feixue and others, and said calmly: "Baihua Tower, ah, what a pity for these beautiful little junior sisters."

After saying that, Senior Brother Jin jumped down from the palace building. To him, the height of several feet seemed like no distance. He landed steadily on the ground, and then walked towards Murong Feixue and others.

When Murong Feixue and others were looking at these palaces of different shapes in awe, Senior Brother Jin had already come over: "Junior sisters, is there anything I can do for you? I am Jin Haoran, the manager of the palaces."

"We would like to choose a palace to live in, please help me, senior brother." Murong Feixue pointed to these beautiful palaces and said with a smile.

Jin Haoran called me "Oh," and then took out a thick accounting book. After looking at it for a few times, he said with some embarrassment: "Oh, I'm sorry, the palace here is already full."

"The few small palace buildings over there are also pretty good."

"Sorry, it's full."

"How many buildings are there on the back side of the mountain?"

"Sorry, they are all full." After choosing several places in a row, they were told that they were all full. Xin Yue, Hua Hua, Zhang Mingliang and others couldn't help but be surprised.

Only Murong Feixue narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jin Haoran with a gloomy expression. Not to mention whether there are so many rich people in Tianfeng College who can live in the palace building, Jin Haoran's attitude is also very unfriendly and desperate.

I am having trouble with people like myself...

"Ah? Are they all full?" Huahua looked at these beautiful palaces with disappointment.

Jin Haoran didn't see the name tag on Huahua's waist and didn't even pay attention to her.

He just explained to Murong Feixue and others: "There are more than three thousand new people recruited this year, and the old students in previous years totaled seven or eight thousand. Although the palace building is not valuable, there are only four hundred and sixty-two sets. This

Among the more than 10,000 senior brothers, there are still 500 wealthy senior brothers."

Murong Feixue nodded, ostensibly accepting his statement. With a smile of unknown meaning on her lips, she continued to watch what Jin Haoran would say.

Zhang Mingliang opened his mouth, but said nothing.

It is true that there are only 462 units in the palace, but they are never fully occupied. Jin Haoran is obviously bragging.

However, he is a formal disciple, and he is also the steward of the palace. Presumably he is also an elite disciple of Wei Yudian. What right does a person who has lost his official disciple qualifications have to be so presumptuous in front of others?

This is different from Ning Qingqing. Although Ning Qingqing has a background, in Tianfeng Academy, just having a background is not enough. If she is not promoted to Dzogchen within five years, she will lose the qualifications of a formal disciple. By then, Ning Qingqing will

How can I be better than myself?

But this Jin Haoran is different. He is a formal disciple, and he is also a formal disciple with a high status. His cultivation must be extremely advanced. I am afraid that if he wants to destroy a down-and-out disciple like himself, he will not have to use any effort at all.

"Hey, it seems we are out of luck. Sister Feixue, let's just live in a dormitory." Madam Cai didn't force it. Although it's nice here, it's not necessary to live there. If you don't have it, forget it.

Huahua was not willing to accept it: "Are there no more sets?"

Jin Haoran was secretly worried. If Murong Feixue and the others could no longer live in the palace, then his mission would not be completed.

"Actually, it's not that there aren't any. There is a good building here, but because the price is too high, no one lives in it..."


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